Let me tell you about my infatuation with my paper carrier. Before you start to think of me as some sort of pervert (which I may very well be) my carrier is not a young girl or boy. She is a very attractive woman in her early 40’s. I’ve known her for a number of years, even before she delivered the paper. Janet is very friendly and will always stop and talk for a minute on her route. A couple of times I asked her in and she would sit and visit. Every time she would come in however, my dick would get hard as a rock and I would look like a klutz trying to hide it.
One day, a few weeks back I asked her to stop back when she was done with her route so I could pay her. I was surprised that she said she would, figuring that she would just say to leave it out for the next day. I was, for the next half hour figuring out how I was going to get into her drawers. On that day she must have come right from her regular job to her route because she was dressed in a skirt and blouse. I asked her in and asked her to have a seat while I looked for the check. She sat down, crossed her legs and her skirt rode up high above her knee. I found the check and when I turned to face her I could see far enough up her skirt to notice that she had on stockings and garters.
I kept staring to see if I could see if she was wearing panties but couldn’t tell. It didn’t make any difference though because by then I was standing there, holding the check, staring up her skirt and sporting a huge woody, and this time there was no hiding it. She said “Is that for me?” “Huh” I said, thinking she was referring to my cock. “Is that check, for me?” this time glancing at the front of my jeans where my dick was making a tent. “Yes, they.. I mean IT is!” handing her the check She smiled thanked me and said that she better get going. Being the wizard I am with women, I mumbled something and watched her go. I decided that it would never come to pass that she would be interested in an affair with a middle aged fat guy so I resolved myself to the fact that I’d only have her while whacking off.
Then the other day she was delivering the paper in the rain wearing a white pullover top and jean skirt. Running from the car to doorsteps along her route, caused the top to get wet and somewhat transparent. I happened to be by the door (really!) when she dropped the paper off and I said something inane about it raining all the while staring at her tits. She smiled, handed me the paper turned to go back to the car, and out of my mouth came “Why don’t you stop by when your done and I’ll dry you off!!!!!!!!” She stopped cold, turned back and looked at me. I figured I ‘d stepped over the line, “Did I say that out loud” I asked rhetorically. Janet smiled and ran through the rain to her car.
I was so upset about what I blurted out the I didn’t even bother to watch her tight ass and bouncing tits as she ran. I’m thinking what if she tells my wife what I said, or her husband, “I’m fucked” I thought as I a got a beer and sat down to contemplate my foolishness. About 30 minutes later there is a knock at the door and when I open it Janet is standing there, still wet, still wearing the see thru top and very prominent nipples staring me right in the face. “Well, are you going to leave me standing out here in the rain, or are you going to ask me in.?” “Come in please” I said. “I’m glad you came back because I wanted to explain my stupid rem….” “Didn’t you say something about drying me off” Janet interrupted as she walked into the kitchen.
I apparently wasn’t catching on because I again tried to explain. “Listen, about what I said” at this point I glanced at her tits and it hit me. When she was here earlier, her top was wet and transparent but she definitely had a bra on. Now I could clearly see the stiff nipples of her now braless tits. “Drying me off?” she said again. OK I don’t have to get hit with a ton of bricks all the time. I went and got a towel and began drying her face and neck. I moved to her shoulders and back and suggested getting her a robe to put on so she could put her top and skirt in the dryer. “How would I explain dry skirt and top and wet bra and panties to my husband?” she asked.
With that she pulled the top over her head and while I stared at her tits and hard nipples, she continued “I took them off in the car” and she slowly raised her skirt to show me her smooth shaven pussy. I took the towel and began to rub it over her tits and her nipples became even stiffer. “Any other wet spots?” I asked. “Just one, but I don’t think the towel will dry it” She moved up to me and kissed, using a lot of tongue. She then slid her hand down and curled her fingers around my cock which by this time was busting my jeans (again). “Does this need drying?” “No” I said, “It needs wetting” pushing her down to her knees. “I’ll start wetting it with my mouth” she said, “but we can’t take long because I need to get home.”
I didn’t argue as she unzipped my jeans, reached in and pulled my hard cock out. “Oh my God, your huge” she said as she rubbed the head of my cock around her face. I didn’t think I was huge but I guess I was to her because she kept telling me how big I was while she was licking it. She put the head of my cock in her mouth and started to slid her lips down its length. She got about half way down and started to choke. “I want it all in my mouth” she cried as she jammed her throat on it again. I was really enjoying this but I knew she would not be able to take it all in. I stopped her and told her it was OK. She said “I’m not very good at giving blow jobs I guess”. “We can work on that another time, right now I want to fuck you”.
